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Lieder – index c:
1. "The collection"
2. "The ending year"
3. "The greatest man"
4. "The Housatonic at Stockbridge"
5. "The Indians"
6. "The innate"
7. "The last reader"
8. "The light that is felt"
9. "The love song of Har Dyal"
10. "The new river"
11. "The old mother"
12. "The only son"
13. "The sea of sleep"
14. "The see'r"
15. "The Side Show"
16. "The Song of the Dead"
17. "The South Wind"
18. "The things our fathers loved (and the greatest of these was
Liberty)"
19. "The waiting soul"
20. "The white gulls"
21. "The world's wanderers"
22. "There is a lane"
23. "Thoreau"
24. "Those evening bells"
25. "Through night and day"
26. "To Edith"
27. "Tolerance"
28. "Two little flowers (and dedicated to them)"
29. "Vita"
30. "Walking"
31. "Walt Whitman"
32. "Waltz"
33. "Watchman!"
34. "Weil' auf mir"
35. "West London" (A Sonnet)
36. "When stars are in the quiet skies"
37. "Where the eagle"
38. "Widmung"
39. "Wie Melodien zieht es mir"
40. "Wiegenlied"
41. Five Street Songs
a. Old Home Day
b. In the Alley
c. A son of a Gambolier
d. Down East
e. The Circus Band
42. Sentimental Ballads
a. Dreams
b. Omens and Oracles
c. An Old Flame
d. A Night Song
e. A Song - for anything
f. The world's highway
g. Kären
h. Marie
43. Three Songs of the War
a. In Flanders Fields
b. He is there!
c. Tom sails away
1."The
collection"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1920
Now help us, Lord, Thy yoke to wear,
and joy to do Thy will;
Each other's burdens gladly bear,
And love's sweet law fulfill.
O hasten, Lord, the promised days,
When all the nations shall rejoice;
And Jew and Gentile join in praise,
With one united voice!
2."The
ending year"
Text by Anonymous
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1898
Frail autumn lights on the leaves
Beacon the ending year,
Winds and rain are here,
Bleak nights are here,
Blowing winds are here,
Blowing winds about the eaves.
Here in the valley mists begin
To breathe about the riverside
The breath of Autumn-tide;
And dark fields now wait to take the harvest in.
And you, and you are far away,
Ah! this it is, Ah! this it is, Ah!
This takes the light from the day.
3."The
greatest man"
Text by Anne Collins
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1921
My teacher said us boys should write
about some great man, so I thought last night
'n thought about heroes and men
that had done great things,
'n then I got to thinkin' 'bout my pa;
he ain't a hero 'r anything but pshaw!
Say! He can ride the wildest hoss
'n find minners near the moss
down by the creek; 'n he can swim
'n fish, we ketched five new lights, me 'n him!
Dad's some hunter too - oh, my!
Miss Molly Cottontail sure does fly
when he tromps through the fields 'n brush!
(Dad won't kill a lark 'r thrush.)
Once when I was sick 'n though his hands were rough
he rubbed the pain right out. "That's the stuff!"
he said when I winked back the tears. He never cried
but once 'n that was when my mother died.
There're lots o' great men: George Washinton 'n Lee,
but Dad's got 'em all beat holler, seems to me!
4."The
Housatonic at Stockbridge"
Text by Robert Underwood Johnson (1858-1937), from "Poems"
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1921
Contented river! In thy dreamy realm
The cloudy willow and the plumy elm:
Thou beautiful! From ev'ry dreamy hill
what eye but wanders with thee at thy will,
Contented river! And yet over-shy
To mask thy beauty from the eager eye;
Hast thou a thought to hide from field and town?
In some deep current of the sunlit brown
Ah! there's a restive ripple, and the swift
red leaves September's firstlings faster drift;
Wouldst thou away, dear stream? Come, whisper near!
I also of much resting have a fear:
Let me tomorrow thy companion be,
By fall and shallow to the adventurous sea!
5.
"The Indians"
Text by Charles James Sprague (1823-1903)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1921
Alas! for them their day is o'er,
No more, no more for them the wild deer bounds,
The plough is on their hunting grounds;
The pale man's axe rings through their woods,
The pale man's sail skims o'er their floods;
Beyond the mountains of the west
Their children go to die.
6.
"The innate"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1916
Voices live in every finite being,
In every Godless lifetime.
Hear them! Hear them in you! in others!
They sense truth deep in the Soul;
They know the things true Christians stand for.
Stand out! Come to Him without the things the world brings;
Come to Him! As a child and, as a poor man.
Christians give all. Christians have all.
7.
"The last reader"
Text by Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1921
I sometimes sit beneath a tree and read my own sweet songs;
Though naught they may to others be,
Each humble line prolongs a tone that might have passed away,
But for that scarce remembered lay.
They lie upon my pathway bleak,
Those flowers that once ran wild,
As on a father's careworn cheek
The ringlets of his child;
The golden mingling with the gray,
and stealing half its snows away.
8.
"The light that is felt"
Text by Whittier
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1904
A tender child of summers three,
at night, while seeking her little bed,
Paused on the dark stair timidly,
Oh, mother take my hand, said she,
And then the dark will be light...
We older children grope our way
from dark behind to dark before;
And only when our hands we lay
in Thine, O God! the night is day,
and there is darkness never more.
9.
"The love song of Har Dyal"
Text by Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936), pub. 1888
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1898
Alone upon the housetops to the North
I turn and watch the lightning in the sky,
The glamour of thy footsteps in the North.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die!
Below my feet the still bazar is laid,
Far, far below the weary camels lie,
The camels and the captives of thy raid.
Come back, Beloved, or I die!
My father's wife is old and harsh with years,
And drudge of all my father's house am I.
My bread is sorrow and my drink is tears.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die!
10.
"The new river"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1921
Down the river comes a noise!
It is not the voice of rolling waters.
It's only the sound of man,
phonographs and gasoline,
dancing halls and tambourine;
Killed is the blare of the hunting horn
The River Gods are gone.
11.
"The old mother"
English text by Frederick Corder (publ. 1882), German text by Edmund Lobedanz (publ. 1882)
after Aasmund Olafsson Vinje (1818-1930), 1860
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1894
Du alte Mutter, bist so arm,
Und schaffst im Schweiss we Blut,
Doch immer noch ist's Herz dir warm
Und du gabst mir den starken Arm
Und diesen wilden Mut.
Du wischtest ab die Träne mein,
War's mir im Herzen bang,
Und küßtest mich den Knaben dein,
Und hauchtest in die Brust hinein
Den siegesfrohen Sang.
Du gabst mir, was beseligt mich,
Das weiche Herz das Herz dazu;
Drum Alte will ich lieben dich,
Wohin mein Fuß auch richtet sich,
Wohl sonder Rast und Ruh.
Mutter, Mutter, Mutter.
12.
"The only son"
Text by Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936), pub. 1890
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1898?
The lark will make her hymn to God,
The partridge call her brood,
While I forget the heath I trod,
The fields wherein I stood.
'Tis dule to know not night from morn,
But deeper dule to know;
I can but hear the hunter's horn
That once I used to blow.
13.
"The sea of sleep"
Text by Anonymous
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1903
Good night, my care and my sorrow,
I'm launching on the deep -
And till the dawning morrow
Shall sail the sea of sleep.
Good night, my care and my sorrow,
Good night and maybe goodby -
For I may wake on the morrow
Beneath another sky.
14.
"The see'r"
Text Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1920
An old man with a straw in his mouth
sat all day long before the village grocery store;
he liked to watch the funny things a going, going, going by!
15.
"The Side Show"
Text by Charles Edward Ives (1874-1954), after P. Rooney
Music by Charles Edward Ives
"Is that Mister Riley, who keeps the hotel?"
is the tune that accomp'nies the trotting-track bell;
An old horse unsound, turns the merry-go-round,
making poor Mister Riley look a bit like a Russian dance,
some speak of so highly, as they do of Riley!
16.
"The Song of the Dead"
Text by Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936), pub. 1893
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1898
Hear now the Song of the Dead,
In the North by the torn berg-edges,
They that look still to the Pole,
Asleep by their hide-stripp'd sledges,
Some of the Dead in the South
In the dust of the sere river-courses
Song of the Deda in the East -
In the heat-rotted jungle hollows.
Song of the Dead in the West -
In the Barrens, the snow that betray'd them,
The gravemound they made them.
Hear now the Song of the Dead!
17.
"The South Wind"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1899
When gently blows the South Wind
First through the Northern Wood,
With eagerness he goeth
where long a tree has stood.
He lifts the leafy cov'ring
that lies close at its base,
and there with sweetest welcome,
looks up his old love's face.
Beneath the snow she waits him
and keeps her leave's brave dress,
Her fair blossom opens
at his first caress.
Each year the flower greets him,
For him, for him alone,
her heart with love's beauty,
through her brief day has shone.
18.
"The things our fathers loved (and the greatest of these was Liberty)"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1917
I think there must be a place in the soul
all made of tunes, of tunes of long ago;
I hear the organ on the Main Street corner,
Aunt Sarah humming Gospels; Summer evenings,
The village cornet band, playing in the square.
The town's Red, White and Blue,
all Red, White and Blue; Now! Hear the words
But they sing in my soul of the things our Fathers loved.
19.
"The waiting soul"
Text by William Cowper (1731-1800)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1908
Breathe from the gentle south,
Cheer me from the north;
Blow on the treasures of Thy word,
Call the spices forth!
Help me to reach the distant goal;
Confirm my feeble, feeble knee;
Pity the sickness of a soul,
That faints for love, for love of Thee!
Cold as I feel this heart of mine,
Yet, since I feel it so,
It yields some hope of life divine,
Till the dear Deliverer come,
I'll wait with humble prayer.
20.
"The white gulls"
Text by Maurice Morris, from the Russian
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1921
The white gulls dip and wheel
Over waters gray like steel.
The white gulls call and cry
As they spread their wings and fly.
The white gulls sink to rest
On the tides slow heaving breast.
Souls of men that turn and wheel
Over waters cold as steel.
Souls of men that call and cry
As tehy know not where to fly.
Souls of men that sink to rest
On an all receiving breast.
21.
"The world's wanderers"
Text by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1895
Tell me, star whose wings of light
Speed thee in thy fiery flight,
In what cavern of the night
Will thy pinions close now?
Tell me, moon, thou pale and grey
Pilgrim of heav'ns homeless way,
In what depth of night or day,
Seekest thou repose now?
22.
"There is a lane"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1902
There is a lane which winds towards the bay
Passing a wood where the little children play;
There, summer evenings of days long past,
Learned I a love song, and my heart still holds it fast!
23.
"Thoreau"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1915
He grew in those seasons like corn in the night,
rapt in revelry, on the Walden shore,
amidst the sumach, pines and hockories,
in undisturbed solitude.
24.
"Those evening bells"
Text by Thomas Moore (1779-1852)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1907
Those evening bells! Those evening bells!
Many a tale their music tells
of youth, and home and that sweet time,
When last I heard their soothing chime.
And so 'twill be when I'm gone;
That tuneful peal will still ring on
while other bards shall walk these dells,
and sing your praise, sweet evening bells.
25.
"Through night and day"
Text by Charles Edward Ives (1874-1954) based on J. S. B. Monsell
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1892
I dream of thee, my love, by night,
I think of thee by day, by day;
As long as God may grant me light,
I will be thy stay.
THe night is dark, the day is long,
Unblest with thoughts of thee,
Too dull to meet the sweetest song,
Unless its theme thou be.
So all day long, and all night,
Whether on the land or sea,
I'll love fore'er with all my might,
That love's all for thee.
26.
"To Edith"
Text by Charles Edward Ives (1874-1954)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1892
So like a flower,
thy little four year face in its pure freshness
That to my bedside comes each morn
in happy guise - I must be smiling too.
O, little flower-like face that comes to me,
each morn for kisses -
Bend thou near me while I inhale its fragrance sweet
and put a blessing there.
27.
"Tolerance"
Text from a quotation in Pres. Hadley's Lectures, "Some Influences in Modern
Philosophic Thought", Yale University Press
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1909
How can I turn from any fire,
or any man's hearth stone?
I know the longing and desire,
that went to build my own.
28.
"Two little flowers (and dedicated to them)"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1921
On sunny days in our backyard, two little flowers are seen,
One dressed, at times, in brightest pink and one in green.
The marigold is radiant, the rose passing fair;
The violet is ever dear, the orchid, ever rare;
There's lovliness in wild flow'rs of field or wide savannah,
But fairest, rarest of them all are Edith and Susanna.
29.
"Vita"
Text by Manlius
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1921
"Nascentes morimur finisque, finisque, ab origine pendet"
30.
"Walking"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1902
A big October morning,
the village church-bells,
the road along the ridge,
the chestnut burr and sumach,
the hills above the bridge
with autumn colors glow.
Now we strike a steady gait,
walking towards the future,
letting past and present wait,
we push on in the sun,
Now hark! Something bids us pause...
But we keep on a walking,
'tis yet not noon-day,
the road still calls us onward,
today we do not choose to die
or to dance, but to live and walk.
31.
"Walt Whitman"
Text by Walt Whitman (1819-1892), from "Leaves of Grass"
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1921
Who goes there? Hankering, gross, mystical and nude;
How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?
What is man, anyhow? What am I? What are you?
All I mark as my own, you shall offset it with your own;
Else it were time lost a-listening to me.
32.
"Waltz"
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1895
Round and round the old dance ground,
Went the whirling throng,
Moved with wine and song;
Little Annie Rooney,
(now Mrs. Mooney,)
Was as gay as birds in May,
s'her Wedding Day.
Far and wide's the fame of the bride,
Also of her beau,
Every one knows it's "Joe;"
Little Annie Rooney,
(now J. P. Mooney,)
All that day, held full sway
o'er Av'nue A!
"An old sweetheart!"
33.
"Watchman!"
Text by Sir John Bowring (1792-1872)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1913
Watchman, tell us of the night,
what its signs of promise are:
Traveller, o'er yon mountain's height,
See that glory beaming star!
Watchman, aught of joy or hope?
Traveller, Yes! Traveller Yes!
Traveller yes; it brings the day,
Promised day of Israel.
Dost thou see its beauteous ray?
Traveller, See!
34.
"Weil' auf mir"
Text by Nikolaus Lenau (1802-1850) (German) and Westbrook (English translation)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, German and English (1902); (also set
in German by many others)
German:
Weil' auf mir, du dunkles Auge,
übe deine ganze Macht,
ernste, milde träumerische,
unergründlich süße Nacht.
Nimm mit deinem Zauberdunkel
diese Welt von hinnen mir,
daß du über meinem Leben
einsam schwebest für und für.
English:
Eyes so dark, on me reposing,
Let me feel now all your might.
With thy grave and dreamy sweetness
Thine unfathomed wondrous night.
Take now with thy sombre magic
from my sight this world away,
That alone Thou my'st forever
O'er my life extend thy
35.
"West London" (A Sonnet)
Text by Matthew Arnold (1822-1888)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1921
Crouch'd on the pavement, close by Belgrave Square,
A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and tongue-tied.
A babe was in her arms, and at her side a girl;
their clothes were rags, their feet were bare.
Some labouring men, whose work lay somewhere there,
Pass'd opposite; She touch'd her girl, who hied across,
And begg'd and came back satisfied.
The rich she had let pass with a frozen stare.
Thought I: Above her state this spirit towers;
She will not ask of Aliens, but of friends,
Of sharers in a common human fate.
She turns from the cold succour,
Which attends the unknown little from the unknowing great,
And points us to a better time than ours'.
36.
"When stars are in the quiet skies"
Text by Bulwer-Lytton
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1891
When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I long for thee.
O bend on me thy tender eyes,
As stars look down upon the peaceful sea.
For thoughts like waves that glide by night
Are stillest when they shine;
All my love lies hushed in light
Beneath the heav'n of thine.
There is an hour when holy dreams
Through slumber fairest glide.
And in that mystic hour it seems,
Thou should'st be ever, ever at my side.
The thoughts of thee too sacred are
For daylight's common beam,
I can but know thee as my star,
My guiding star, my angel and my dream.
37.
"Where the eagle"
Text by Monica Peveril Turnbull (1879-1901)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1900
Where the eagle cannot see,
Where cold winds can never be,
Where the sun's bright course doth glow
very, very, far below,
There, in ever lasting rest,
Dwell those saints whom Death hath blest,
there in ever lasting rest.
38.
"Widmung"
Text by (Karl) Wolfgang Müller von Königswinter (1816-1873), pub. 1841
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1897
See also:
Robert Franz (1815-1892), op. 14 no. 1 (1860?)
O danke nicht für diese Lieder,
Mir ziemt es dankbar dir zu sein;
Du gabst sie mir, ich gebe wieder,
Was jetzt und einst und ewig dein.
Dein sind sie alle ja gewesen;
Aus deiner lieben Augen Licht
Hab ich sie treulich abgelesen:
Kennst du die eignen Lieder nicht?
39.
"Wie Melodien zieht es mir"
Text by Klaus Groth (1819-1899), from Hundert Blätter, Paralipomena zum Quickborn
(Hamburg, 1854)
Music by Charles Edward Ives, 1898
See also:
Johannes Brahms (1833-1897), op. 105 no. 1 (1886),
published 1888
Wie Melodien zieht es
Mir leise durch den Sinn,
Wie Frühlingsblumen blüht es,
Und schwebt wie Duft dahin.
Doch kommt das Wort und faßt es
Und führt es vor das Aug',
Wie Nebelgrau erblaßt es
Und schwindet wie ein Hauch.
Und dennoch ruht im Reime
Verborgen wohl ein Duft,
Den mild aus stillem Keime
Ein feuchtes Auge ruft.
40.
"Wiegenlied"
Text: first verse: from Des Knaben Wunderhorn, 1808; second verse by Georg Scherer
(1824-1909), 1849
Music by Charles Edward Ives, in German (1900?)
See also:
Johannes Brahms (1833-1897), op. 49 no. 4 (1868), first performed 1869
Guten Abend, gut Nacht,
Mit Rosen bedacht,
Mit Näglein besteckt,
Schlupf unter die Deck':
Morgen früh, wenn Gott will,
Wirst du wieder geweckt.
Guten Abend, gut Nacht,
Von Englein bewacht,
Die zeigen [um] Traum
Dir Christkindleins Baum:
[Schlaf nun selig und süß,
Schau im Traum's Paradies.]
41.
Five Street Songs
Text by Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives
a. Old Home Day
b. In the Alley
c. A son of a Gambolier
d. Down East
e. The Circus Band
a) Old
Home Day
1920, Epigraph: 'Ducite ab urbe domum, mea carmina, ducite Daphnin'
Go my songs! Draw Daphnis from the city.
A minor tune from Todd's opera house,
comes to me as I cross the square, there,
We boys used to shout the songs that rouse
the hearts of the brave and fair.
As we march along down Main street, behind the village band,
The dear old trees, with their arch of leaves
seem to grasp us by the hand.
While we step along to the tune of an Irish song,
Glad but wistful sounds the old church bell,
for underneath's a note of sadness,
"Old home town" farewell.
A corner lot, a white picket fence,
daisies almost everywhere, there,
We boys used to play "One old cat,"
and base hits filled the summer air.
As we march along on Main street,
of that "Down East" Yankee town,
Comes a sign of life,
from the "3rd Corps" fife,
- strains of an old breakdown;
While we step along to the tune of [it's]* Irish song,
Comes another sound we all know well.
It takes us way back forty years,
that little red schoolhouse bell.
As we march along down Main street, behind the village band,
The dear old trees, with their arch of leaves
seem to grasp us by the hand.
While we step along to the tune of an Irish song,
Glad but wistful sounds the old church bell,
for underneath's a note of sadness,
"Old home town" farewell.
b) In
the Alley
1896, after a session at Poli's
On my way to work one summer day,
Just off the main highway,
Through a window in an alley
smiled a lass, her name was Sally,
O could it be!
O could it be she smiled on me!
All that day, before my eyes,
amidst the busy whirl,
came the image of that lovely Irish girl,
And hopes would seem to rise,
as the clouds rise in the skies,
When I thought of her and those beaming eyes.
So that evening, dressed up smart and neat,
I wandered down her street,
At the corner of the alley
was another man with Sally,
and my eyes grew dim,
She smiles on him, only on him!
c) A son of a Gambolier
Come join my humble ditty,
From Tippery town I steer,
Like ev'ry honest fellow,
I take my lager beer,
Like ev'ry honest fellow,
I take my whiskey clear.
I'm a rambling rake of poverty,
And a son of a Gambolier.
I wish I had a barrel of rum,
And sugar three hundred pound,
The college bell to mix it in,
The clapper to stir it round;
I'd drink the health of dear old Yale,
And friends both far and near.
I'm a rambling rake of poverty,
And a son of a Gambolier.
d) Down
East
Songs! Visions of my homeland, come with strains of childhood,
Come with tunes we sang in school days
and with songs from mother's heart;
Way down east in a village by the sea,
stands an old, red farm house that watches o'er the lea;
All that is best in me, lying deep in memory,
draws my heart where I would be, nearer to thee.
Ev'ry Sunday morning, when the chores were almost done,
from that little parlor sounds the old melodeon,
"Nearer my God to Thee, nearer to Thee,"
With those strains a stronger hope comes nearer to me.
e) The
Circus Band
All summer long, we boys dreamed 'bout big circus joys!
Down Main street, comes the band, Oh!
"Aint it a grand and glorious noise!"
Horses are prancing,
Knights advancing;
Helmets gleaming,
Pennants streaming,
Cleopatra's on her throne!
That golden hair is all her own.
Where is the lady all in pink?
Last year she waved to me I think,
Can she have died? Can! that! rot!
She is passing but she sees me not.
42.
Sentimental Ballads
Texts by Anonymous, Charles Edward Ives (1874-1954), Thomas Moore (1779-1852), and Rudolph
Gottschall
Music by Charles Edward Ives
a. Dreams
b. Omens and Oracles
c. An Old Flame
d. A Night Song
e. A Song - for anything
f. The world's highway
g. Kären
h. Marie
a) Dreams
1897, anonymous translation after Porteous
When twilight comes with shadows drear,
I dream of thee, of thee dear one;
and grows my soul so dark and sad as shadows drear,
They tell me not to grieve love, for thou wilt come,
But oh! I can not tell why I fear their words are false:
I dream of theee, I dream of thee, love!
And thou art near till I awake.
When I look back, when I look back on happier days,
my eyes are filled with tears;
I see thee then in visions plain, so true, so full of love.
But now I fear to ask them if thou art 'live;
They tell me not to grieve love!
For thou wilt come at last:
I dream of thee, I dream of thee, love!
And thou art near till I awake.
b) Omens and Oracles
1900, by Anonymous
Phantoms of the future, spectres of the past,
In the wakeful night came round me sighing
crying "Fool beware, Fool beware!"
Check the feeling o'er thee stealing,
Let thy first love be thy last,
Or if love again thou must at least this fatal love forbear,"
Amara! Amara! Amara!
Now the dark breaks, now the lark wakes;
Now the voices fleet away,
Now the breeze about the blossom;
Now the ripple in the reed;
Beams and buds and birds begin to sing
and say, "Love her for she loves thee."
And I know not which to heed.
O, cara amara amara.
c) An Old Flame
1896, Charles Edward Ives
When dreams enfold me,
Then I behold thee,
See thee, the same loving sweetheart of old.
Through seasons gliding,
Thou art abiding
In the depths of my heart untold;
For I do love thee,
May God above his guarding care unfold.
Ah! could I meet thee,
And have thee greet me,
Come to me,
Stand by me,
Love me as yore,
Sadness outdone then,
New life would come then,
Such joy never known before;
For I do love thee,
May God above thee,
Bless thee ever more,
God bless thee!
Love, Bless thee! Love.
d) A Night Song
1895, Thomas Moore (1779-1852)
The young May moon is beaming; love,
The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming,
How sweet to rove through Morna's grove,
When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!
Then awake! The heav'ns look bright, my dear,
'Tis ne'er too late for delight,
and best of all the ways to lengthen days
is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear,
When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!
e) A Song - for anything
1892, Charles Edward Ives
When the waves softly sigh,
When the sunbeams die;
When the night shadows fall,
Evening bells call,
Margarita! Margarita!
I think of thee!
While the silver moon is gleaming,
Of thee, I'm dreaming.
Yale, Farewell! we must part,
But in mind and heart,
We shall ever hold thee near,
Be life gay or drear.
Alma Mater! Alma Mater!
We will think of thee!
May the strength thou gavest
Ever be shown in ways, fair to see.
O have mercy Lord, on me,
Thou art ever kind,
O, let me oppress'd with guilt,
Thy mercy find.
The joy Thy favor gives,
Let me regain,
Thy free spirit's firm support
My fainting soul sustain.
f) The world's highway
Charles Edward Ives
For long I wander'd happily
Far out on the world's highway
My heart was brave for each new thing
and I loved the faraway.
I watch'd the gay bright people dance,
We laughed, for the road was good.
But Oh! I passed where the way was rough
I saw it stained with blood -
I wander'd on till I tired grew,
Far on the world's highway...
My heart was sad for what I saw
I feared, I feared the faraway.
So when one day, O sweetest day,
I came to a garden small,
A voice my heart knew called me in
I answered its blessed call;
I left my wand'ring far and wide
The freedom and faraway -
But my garden blooms with sweet content
That's not on the world's highway.
g) Kären
1894, anonymous
Do'st remember child!
Last autumn we went thro' the fields,
How oft thy blue eyes on me were bent,
It flashed across my mind,
That till then I had been blind;
Tell me little Kären
What thy heart felt then?
h) Marie
1896, Rudolph Gottschall
Marie, I see thee fairest one,
as in a garden fair.
Before thee flowers and blossoms play
tossed by soft evening air.
The pilgrim passing on his way,
Bows low before thy shrine;
Thou art, my child, like one sweet prayer,
So good, so fair, so pure almost divine.
How sweetly now the flowrets raise
their eyes to thy dear glance;
The fairest flower on which I gaze
is thy dear countenace.
The evening bells are greeting thee,
With sweetest melody,
O may no storm e'er crush thy flowers,
Or break thy heart, Marie!
43.
Three Songs of the War
Texts by McCrae and Charles Edward Ives
Music by Charles Edward Ives
a. In Flanders Fields
b. He is there!
c. Tom sails away
a) In Flanders Fields
1919, McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow;
Between the crosses, row on row
hat mark our place; and in the sky
the larks still bravely singing fly,
Scarce heard amidst the guns below
We are the dead. Short days ago
we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
in Flanders fields... Take up our quarrel with the foe!
To you from falling hands we throw,
We throw the torch. Be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die...
We shall not sleep though the poppies grow
In Flanders fields...
b) He is there!
1917, Ives
Fifteen years ago today
A little Yankee, little yankee boy
Marched beside his granddaddy
In the decoration day parade.
The village band would play
those old war tunes,
and the G. A. R. would shout,
"Hip Hip Hooray!" in the same old way,
As it sounded on the old camp ground.
That boy has sailed o'er the ocean,
He is there, he is there, he is there.
He's fighting for the right,
but when it comes to might,
He is there, he is there, he is there;
As the Allies beat up all the warlords!
He'll be there, he'll be there,
and then the world will shout
the Battle-cry of Freedom
Tenting on a new camp ground.
For it's rally round the Flag boys
Rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.
Fifteen years ago today
A little Yankee, with a German name
Heard the tale of "forty-eight"
Why his Granddaddy joined Uncle Sam,
His fathers fought that medieval stuff
and he will fight it now;
"Hip Hip Hooray! this is the day,"
When he'll finish up that aged job.
That boy has sailed o'er the ocean...
There's a time in ev'ry life,
When it's do or die, and our yankee boy
Does his bit that we may live,
In a world where all may have a "say."
He's conscious always of his country's aim
which is Liberty for all,
"Hip Hip Hooray!" is all he'll say,
As he marches to the Flanders front.
That boy has sailed o'er the ocean...
c) Tom sails away
1917, Ives
Scenes from my childhood are with me,
I'm in the lot behind our house upon the hill,
A spring day's sun is setting,
mother with Tom in her arms is coming towards the garden;
the lettuce rows are showing green.
Thinner grows the smoke o'er the town,
stronger comes the breeze from the ridge,
'Tis after six, the whistles have blown,
the milk train's gone down the valley
Daddy is coming up the hill from the mill,
We run down the lane to meet him
But today! In freedom's cause Tom sailed away
for over there, over there!
Scenes from my childhood are floating before my eyes.
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